Tag: cafe

Spending time among the Parisian cafés was as if I was watching the city of Paris breathe. I watched patrons eat and drink, sit and people watch, talk and share, read in silence, write letters, stop out of the rain, and start and end their days. The cafes give you a feeling of timelessness and those most lovely of windows to look out and watch the world pass by.

All images were taken with my Pentax Spotmatic & Tri-X 400 film

On a trip to New England last fall I found this postcard sent from Paris to the USA in 1938 by Betty, “Paris is as alluring as ever and I hate to think of leaving it.” I like to imagine she sat in a cafe while writing this.